The Toy (Private)

Candace Brown wiped her eyes as she stood outside the store, trying to contain her emotions as she readied herself for her first day on the job. It really hurt her to have to go from her previous position as a radio advertising rep to now being... a cleaning woman. Still, she really needed the money- especially since her boyfriend had left her, all the bills now piling up on the kitchen table and Candace not knowing what to do.

The resume she had brought in was completely ignored, the woman behind the counter simply shoving out a standard application and grunting about needing three references. Candy wasn't too thrilled on the idea of having to rewrite everything from the formal resume onto the new paper, but did so anyway on the bench outside the store. When it was returned, the woman informed her in a less-than-friendly tone that the only positions available were on the cleaning crew, the most likely job being the overnight cleaning lady for the offices.

Beggars can't be choosers, she reminded herself. "That's fine. When do you think I might hear back from someone?"

The woman peered over her cat's-eye glasses to look over the application before her, only to glance up at Candy with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you a bit overqualified for a job like this?"

"I'll be honest... I really need the money, ma'am. Right now, I'm looking for somewhere stable and where I know I can get a paycheck." Candy forced a smile, only to let it fade as the woman simply looked back down. Well, she was the friendly one, wasn't she?

"Hours are 9 pm to 7 am, with an hour for lunch and two 10 minute breaks. You sure you can handle that? I know girls your age are prone to partying all night long..."

"Oh, not me, ma'am. I don't really do that too much anymore." A slight bit of a lie, but if it upped her chances at getting a job...

"Hm." The woman shrugged. "Well, I suppose we can see."

With a parting line like that, Candy doubted she had a chance at even landing a job like this. She gave a forced nod and smile, thanking the woman for her time and quickly heading from the store. She really was screwed now... What else was there? She had to find something...

Imagine her surprise to find a message on her answering machine later that evening; the snitty woman from earlier growling out a job offer that started the next morning for orientation. Not exactly the job she wanted to transfer off to after her previous positions, but at least it was something. "Remember the paycheck," She chanted to herself, returning the call to accept the offer.

....Which brought her to now. Still standing outside the store, she attached the tiny nametag that was given to her onto the white button-up shirt, giving herself a glance over in the window before heading back inside. Miss Harrison, the cat's-eye glasses lady, was already waiting for her with her usual greeting... A sneer and stare. "That's your cart over there. Make sure there are no prints on any of the glass cases, that there's no gum shoved under any of the fixture shelves, and most importantly, the shelves are dusted. Nothing is more annoying than people sneezing because of your shoddy work." She started to turn away, only to pause and give Candy another glance. "Oh. And you're also in charge of the restrooms. From what I hear, the mens room is having issues. Might want to fix that."

Candy stared at her as she walked away, dumbfounded. "Hey, wait-! I don't know how to-" She groaned as Miss Harrison wandered off, turning her attention to her cart instead. *Remember the paycheck. Remember the paycheck. I want to punch that old bitch already. Remember the paycheck,* she thought as she pushed the small buggy around the store, dusting some of the fixtures before noticing the older man wandering on the upper level of the store. Funny. She was sure the store wasn't open yet... Who was he?

"Ahhh, the bossman," A man's voice called from behind her, Candy turning to find a guy in a grey jumpsuit leaning against one of the mannequin stands. "He's a nice guy. One to be careful on is his son. Thankfully he's off at college... shouldn't be seeing too much of him. Hey. I'm George. You must be the new girl. Don't mind Miss Harrison. She's just mad she's gotta leave her cats alone so she can come to work... Well, be seein' ya. I gotta get back to fixin' lights..."

"Yeah, nice to meet you..." Candy smiled, glancing back up to watch the man. So he was her boss. She'd have to see about meeting him at some point. If he was nicer than Miss Harrison, maybe she could actually handle this place.

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The older man walked around the store, examining shelves, looking in corners, and doing an overall inspection before the store opened. He looked through the pockets in his pants and suit, failing to find the glasses sitting on his head. He looked disappointed, maybe even worried, at what he could barely see through squinting eyes about his store, but his demeanor was going to change soon enough.

A younger man sharing some of the older man's features snuck up on the gentleman. He made eye contact with Candy and froze in his tracks. The young man looked at her and tilted his head, then winked at her while holding a finger vertically against his lips. He continued his pursuit of the boss, making more of an act out of it now that the redheaded cleaning woman was an audience, then suddenly put his hands on the owner's shoulders as he went, "Boo!"

The older man dropped his pen and paper to the floor and turned around. His look of shock went to relief as the two men shared a hug like father and son. They patted each others' shoulderblades a couple of times. It was easy to overhear their conversation.

"Hello, Pop."

"Welcome home, son. I thought you were coming tomorrow."

"We technically have one more day at school-"

"I'm sorry, son, what's that? You know my hearing isn't so good."

He raised his voice higher. "We technically have one more day at school before break, but I was done with classes and took the quickest first class flight out of there."

"Well, it's nice to see you, Cain. I just need to take care of this and we can go on our way. Have you picked out something from the store for your birthday?"

Cain smiled. "Oh, I think I have something in mind." He looked at Candy as he said that loudly, a sneer forming on his lips.

"Great, great," said the older man, oblivious to his son's stare at the girl. "Now where did that list go?"

"I got it, Pop," said Cain, squatting down and picking up the pen and paper.

"Thank you, son, now come with me and then we'll go out for breakfast."

Cain read the list to himself, then added his own scribble to the paper.

They approached Candy together. "Hello there... Candy Brown," said the father, squinting to read her name tag. "My name is Mr. Malefactus, and this is my son Cain."

Cain eyed her up and down, his gaze burning through her cleaning uniform as he stripped her with his eyes. "Nice to meet you, Candy," he said, licking his lips like a wolf seeing a lamb.

His father continued, "I am the owner of this chain of stores and there are some issues I need resolved immediately before opening."

Cain started reading the list for his father loudly. "Clean restrooms, especially men's room. Wipe glass of fingerprints. Remove gum from under shelves. Dust shelves." His voice lowered. "Fulfill the wishes of Cain."

"What was that last part?" asked Mr. Malefactus.

"Fully sweep the cashier's lane," said Cain loudly. "I just added that."

"Ah, good catch, son, you've the makings of a worthy heir to my empire."

"Thanks, pop." He was starting at Candy the whole time.

"Miss Brown, please see me in my office in exactly 90 minutes. I like to get to know the new employees as soon as possible."

Mr. Malefactus turned around and walked away. Cain put the list in Candy's hand, closing her hand around the paper with his own. He gave her hand a couple of quick squeezes. The son of her boss appraised Candy's figure one more time, then said, "I'd like to get to know you too, Candy. Don't worry, we'll meet again. I'm sure of that. And make sure you do everything on that list, unless you want to end up unemployed."

He backpedaled away, blowing her a kiss, then turned around and joined his father.

In addition to what Mr. Malefactus wrote, Cain's scribble said, "Wear a black thong with matching black bra."

"Ow. Stupid cart." Candy frowned as the newly found loose wheel brought the entire rig to a sudden halt, she herself pausing for a moment to peer down underneath to try and figure out which one it was. She spotted the older man again, still slightly squatted down as she watched him take inspection of the place. Her frown grew a bit more, suddenly a bit worried that he was going to tell her that she was already doing a terrible job. She'd only been here barely an hour-!

A curious look came to her eyes as the younger man came up behind the stooped older, a light giggle in her throat as he spooked him. This must have been the boss' son. Funny, he didn't seem as terrible a guy as George made him out to be. Maybe he was just jealous of him because of the whole money situation...

She didn't mean to listen in as she cleaned the jewelry counter's glass case. The overhead music wasn't on yet, and the boss seemed to have hearing problems. Catching the words exchanged was hard NOT to do. She glanced over to them occasionally, though tried to keep focused on her work. When the two came over to her, however, she gave them a pleasant smile, nodding slightly as she turned away from the counter. "Good morning, sir," She replied to the older man, giving the same smile to his son. "Mister Cain."

The smile faded off slightly as Mr Malefactus gave his own requests for pre-opening jobs, the mention of that bathroom coming up once again- or at least, Cain read off the list of his dad's requirements. A low mumbling at the end of it received a confused glance, obviously confusing Dad as well. Oh. The registers. "I'll get right on all those now, Sir," She agreed quickly, pulling the dust rag back out of her pocket and patting the glass case, glancing to Cain once again as she did so. Was... he still staring at her? It was starting to make her a bit uncomfortable.

Her boss spoke up once again, Candace looking at him in surprise. "Y-Your office? Um- Yes sir, I can do that." Oh no, had she already done something wrong?! Her bottom lip tightened into her mouth as he walked off, but she tried to keep from being too worried with his son still standing there. He handed her the list, taking a bit too much care in making sure she had a grip on it before letting go. She gave him another light smile which fell immediately at his words on unemployment. If she didn't know better, she would have sworn he had just threatened her! Maybe he was simply warning on his dad's expectation level. Yes... Yes, that made sense.

She held the list tightly in her fingers, a blush coming to her cheeks as he blew her a kiss before rejoining his dad. He was a little strange, sure... Why George felt the need to warn her like that, she didn't understand.

Ah well. Best to get to that list.
She unfolded it, skimming over the scrawled writing of Mr Malefactus. Yup, everything he had mentioned-

Wait, what?!
The last item on the list wasn't in the same writing, and certainly didn't make sense compared to the other things. That had to be a joke, right? She glanced up to the duo returning to the office, a very lost look on her face. Cain had said to do everything on the list. He had to have been kidding, to see if she was actually going to read it... Stuffing it into her pocket, the blush deepened on her cheeks, quickly shoving her wobbly cart toward the back of the store to start working on that problem bathroom.

She glanced at her watch sometime later, the bathroom finally clean and already working on scraping gum from under some of the stands. The store would be opening soon, and she was supposed to meet the boss in a few minutes. Moving her cart out of the way, she headed back out to the office, a slight nervousness coming over her. She was sure she hadn't done anything wrong, but that fear was on the back of her mind. Knocking lightly on his door, she called out to him, remembering the hearing issue he had brought up to Cain. "Mister Malefactus, sir? It's Candace Brown. You... You said to see you?"

She wondered if she should bring up what his son had added onto the list. It was a rather odd thing for him to write in, but she also didn't want her boss to get mad at her for such a silly thing. It wasn't like he truly expected her to do it, right?

Mr. Malefactus leaned back in his big leather chair behind his large wooden desk. He was stuffed after the big breakfast he ate in celebration of his son Cain's birthday. Cain sat across from his father, finishing up the last of his coffee, drinking from a mug with the store's logo on it.

The knock came on the door.

"Mister Malefactus, sir? It's Candace Brown. You... You said to see you?"

"Yes, yes, come in, Miss Brown." Cain didn't say anything, merely gawking at her, grinning at the wicked thoughts she was inspiring in him. His elbow leaned on the armrest of his chair as he absentmindedly twirled the ceramic mug around his finger.

"Thank you for coming, Miss Brown, and being so punctual on top of that. That's something I value in my employees. Please sit."

The younger man slipped his middle finger into the loop of the coffee mug, then removed his index finger. The cup thinly veiled the gesture he was giving Candy, enough to fool his father but still very obvious to her.

"According to your resume, Miss Brown, you used to be a representative in radio advertising. Tell me, what happened that made you leave the field?"

As Candy told her story, Cain slipped his ring finger into the loop of the mug, then curled and straightened them repeatedly in a come-hither motion. He lewdly wiggled his tongue fromn side to side. His father was oblivious, squinting at Candy while struggling to hear her. Mr. Malefactus jumped suddenly when Cain allowed the mug to slip off his fingers and crash into lots of small pieces on the floor.

"Oops," said Cain.

Mr. Malefactus stood up. "No worries, son, accidents happen. Candy, would you please take care of that now before we continue?"

Cain stood up and walked around his father's office, pretending to stretch, but really checking out Candy from different angles as she bent over and squatted down to clean up the mess he made. He leered at her, checking out the shape of her ass from behind, and the profile of her curves from the side.

"She cleaned it up pretty well, Pop. Much better than the men's room."

"Ah, yes, thanks for reminding me, son. Miss Brown, I wanted that bathroom cleaned. While it's better than before, it simply does not live up to the standard that I need in my store. We have already been open for an hour, and it's still a mess. At least, that's what Cain said."

Cain smiled mischievously. "I call it like I see it, Pop."

"Let me finish up here, Cain, while you go and pick something out from the store."

"I told you over breakfast what I wanted, Pop." He tilted his head toward Candy. "I want her."

Mr. Malefactus rubbed his temples. "Cain, I told you, you can't... Never mind, just leave us a moment, please."

"Sure thing, Pop." He winked at Candy, then left the office.

The father pulled out the redhead's resume. "You don't seem to be much of a cleaner, Miss Brown. I understand you are overqualified for this job, but if you can't do it, I'll find someone else who can. On the other hand, I may have something else for you to try.

"My son seems to have a liking toward you. However, he can be a distraction to me, and I need him out of my hair, especially this week with the new lines of toys coming out and the layout changes that need to be made. Basically, I want you to keep Cain busy and away from the store.

"If you can do this for a week, I can give you a job in our marketing department. I don't have an opening - I would be making an opening just for you - but it would be a rich opportunity to learn more about radio, as well as get into advertising on television, on the internet, in print and on billboards. The salary will be competitive and you'll get full benefits. I will even give you a bonus to help you get started." He wrote some numbers down and showed them to her. $50,000 starting. $5,000 bonus. "I'll let you think about it and you can get back to me later today. In the meantime, maybe you can take a second crack at that men's room."

Before Candy had a chance to respond, Mr. Malefactus answered a phone call, turning his chair around so his back was toward Candy.

When she returned to the bathroom, it was not in the condition she left it in. Without a doubt, someone made a mess of her cleaning job. Suddenly, she felt the presence of someone else in the men's room.

"Hello, Candy," said Cain from behind her, locking the door. "It looks like you didn't do a good job cleaning the bathroom." He approached her, making her step backwards until her back was against a urinal, cornering her. "Did my father make you an offer, Candy? To keep me out of his hair?"

He prevented her from squirming away. "You better not scream, Candy. If you do, I'm going to put one of these used urinal cakes in your mouth. We're just talking here, the boss's son and the new broke employee."

He gave her a moment to let that sink in.

"You're not doing a very good job, Candy. Already, you fucked up cleaning the bathroom. Did you accomplish anything else on that list?"

He slipped his fingers into the front of her uniform, pulling the collar toward him and taking a peek down her shirt. "Hmmm, no black bra."

He pulled her to the sink and bent her over it, hiking up the hem of the skirt to look at her underwear. "And no black thong."

He kept his hand on her asscheeks, warming the flesh. His other hand grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of her head, tugging it to make her back arch and her ass stick out. He looked at her face in the reflection of the mirror. "I'll tell you what, Candy. Instead of getting this ass of yours fired, we'll keep this between us. But you still need to learn how to obey orders. Remember what I said about those urinal cakes." He brought one hand down hard on her left cheek, creating a sting that started on the soft round flesh and traveled up her spine. "Don't you scream, Candy." He smacked the other buttcheek just as hard.

"Now clean this bathroom up properly. And make sure you fix this other situation during your lunch break. There's a lingerie store within walking distance. And I suggest you take my father up on his offer. I saw your file, too, and I know where you live. Let's just say I have lots of time and money on my hands."

Cain put down a hundred dollar bill and left the bathroom, letting Candy come to terms with her circumstances.

Coming onto the large office, Candy paused for a moment as she saw Cain sitting there as well, playing with the empty coffee cup and watching her. She hadn't expected that... Hesitantly closing the door behind her, she gave him another glance, trying to force that same smile from earlier as she sat in the chair beside him. It faded slightly as he rearranged his grip, his middle finger resting against the cup's side as he smirked at her. There was no guessing about it now- he was definitely playing with her. She simply cleared her throat, quickly looking back to her boss.

"Radio. Y-Yes. They ended up downsizing because of the economy, cutting some of their stations and the sales staff..." She explained everything as best she could, though couldn't help but glance at Cain as he continued to shift and gesture so nonchalantly, crude little movements that he directed toward her. "I- I really don't hold anything against them. I understand how bad the economy is right now, and-"

The smash of the mug spooked her, quickly looking over to see the broken ceramic bits on the floor and smirk on Cain's face. "Yes, sir," She replied softly as Mr Malefactus asked her to clean it up. Slipping out of the chair, she stooped to pick up the mess, carefully trying to be sure that every rugged chunk was plucked off the rug. Cain's footsteps creaked on the floor behind her, suddenly making her face flush. What was he doing?

His sudden comment on the men's room made her straighten up quickly, looking at him in surprise. "The- guy's room? But.. But I was just-" She tightened her lips as Mr Malefactus agreed with his son, telling her she had done a terrible job. She had just LEFT that bathroom-! How could it be a mess already?! "I'm sorry. I'll fix it as soon as I can." She frowned, cradling the broken cup against her chest.

She nearly dropped it yet again as Cain flatly told his father what he wanted from the store. He was joking, right? Her eyes widened, looking blankly between father and son as they spoke momentarily on the subject. As if the added part of the list hadn't made her uncomfortable enough...

Candace frowned as Cain left the room, looking back to her boss with frightened eyes as he took out her resume and spoke on her bad skills. She wanted to explain, to try and defend herself- but he continued talking, bringing up his son once again. A distraction? She could see that, no doubt. "So.. You just want someone to.. spend time with him?," She asked slowly, a bit confused on this whole idea. "And I'll get a marketing job out of it?"

Cain was certainly a handful, she was already very aware of that from the few moments they'd spent together. "I-I dunno... I mean, it's kind of a strange offer, but..." She paused, picking up the paper he slid across the table. It was more than she'd made after being at the station for 3 years-! Her lips parted to comment on the number, but his phone distracted him. That was her cue to leave, and try to find out what the heck had happened to that bathroom.

Still trying to make sense of the offer she'd received, she pushed open the men's room door, only to freeze in her tracks and stare at the mess. What the hell-?! Someone had trailed paper towels all over the place, dumped water and soap onto the floor, even flooded over one of the toilets. "Oh, come onnn...," She sighed, yelping slightly as she heard someone else in there with her. "Sorry! Forgot to put the cleaning sign up..."

It was Cain.
She quickly turned around, finding him already rather close to her and moving even nearer. "I don't understand what happened," She said softly, a little scared now. "I thought-"

He brought up the offer too. Oh no.. Was he offended by it? Upset that she might actually consider it? "I-I just- He thought that you might want someone to spend some time with- I-" She was having trouble talking, her words tripping over themselves with as flustered as she was getting. She winced as the handle of the urinal pressed into her back, closing her eyes and nodding. Just talking...

At the mention of the list, her eyes shot open, yelping out as he tugged at the collar of her shirt. "Hey-! Stop th-" She barely got to say anything before he shoved her to the sink, her skirt lifted into the air so he could inspect the other requirement he had written in. Her face was on fire now, incredibly embarrassed and frustrated. "When did you even expect me to find tho- owww,..." She cringed as he grabbed onto her hair, biting her lip as tears came to her eyes and he threatened her again. His hand felt so strange on her backside, running up and down before a stinging smack was given and caused her to buck forward. A whine left her as he smacked the other side, but she held out from screaming- just like he told her.

She simply stayed bent over the sink as he finally let go, unsure on if she should even try to move as she listened to his words, softly panting over the confusing situation that had just taken place. She watched him in the mirror, seeing her own reddened face as he turned to leave, dropping money on the counter beside her before fully exiting. Finally slipping off the sink, she pulled her skirt back down quickly, trying to calm herself down before splashing some water on her face. As much as she hated to admit it, he was right- she needed the money. Picking up the bill from the counter, she stared at it for a moment, giving a hard sigh as she placed it in her pocket. She felt sick for even thinking this way, but she really did think she was better off taking the offer his father had made. That added mention of knowing her home and his free time- that didn't set well at all. Better to have Daddy know where she and his boy were than for him to just be showing up and 'playing' like he did just now...

"Dammit," She whispered, shaking her head as she went back to cleaning. Her ass stung terribly, but the worst part was the curious feeling that was brewing inside her. Had she actually.. LIKED that? No guy had ever been rough with her before, and the rush of him being so aggressive had been so shocking, so unexpected and slightly scary-

Furious with herself, she grabbed a handful of the towels and went back to work on cleaning. This was nuts. Absolutely insane. She should just quit, get out of here and- And what? There were no other jobs out there. At least she was promised a promotion, if she could simply stomach Cain and his games.

When lunch came, she was still playing with the money in her pocket. Cain's warning rested strongly on her mind, as well as what he had done in the bathroom on the rest of her body. She started for the door, stopping as George caught up with her. "Can I join you?," he asked with a grin, holding the door for her.

"I-I'd rather you didn't...," She replied, shaking her head. "I kinda have a few errands to run. I'm not sure you'd like them. Kinda boring."

"Oh, come on. I'll buy you lunch..."

"I said no, George, okay?" She hadn't meant to snap at him, immediately regretting it as he gave her a dirty look. "I'm sorry. I just- this first day is really hard on me and-"

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever. Just... Go do what you gotta, okay?"

Shit. Her one actual friend in this place, and now she'd made herself seem a total bitch. She really wished she could explain, but Cain had told her to stay silent on what he had said to her. She tried to keep her mind off that by going to the lingerie shop he'd mentioned, the women in the place being far too helpful for her liking, but managed to leave with the items he'd required of her. Finishing her break by changing into the bra and thong in the women's room, she threw away her own old items and headed for Mr Malefactus' office. He'd said to come back in a few hours... And she'd finally come to a decision.

Now she just had to stop shaking.

Just as Candy found the calmness to knock on the door to Mr. Malefactus' office, it opened up into the room. Cain stood in front of her, looking her up and down.

"Ah, my new friend Candy. Do come in."

The open door was on Candy's left and Cain stepped aside to her right, then faced the door, providing a narrow pathway between his lean, muscular frame and the heavy slab of oak. As Candy walked by him, he inched toward her, causing her arm to brush against his torso. After she passed, he put his hands on her shoulders and guided her in front of his father's desk.

"Put your hands on the edge, Candy."

As she bent over at the waist to obey him, he stood right behind her so her butt backed up into his pelvis. He slid his hands down her back to her waist as he enjoyed the view, then stood next to her, facing her side, and whispered into her ear.

"You've been doing better as a cleaning lady, Candy. Perhaps you've found your true calling after all - taking care of other people's messes. Maybe if we downsize we'll hang onto you anyway."

Cain enjoyed ordering Candy around, but he really seemed to like insulting her through compliments. Thanking him for his "praise" was icing on the cake.

"I told my father about our private discussion earlier, Candy, about how motivated you were after our conversation. Pop liked that, and he wanted me to check up on you, so I did."

A flush of a toilet was heard from a door in the corner.

"Don't mind my dad. He still has a couple of flushes to go. Where was I? Oh, yes. So... All my fingerprints are wiped away. All the gum I stick everywhere is gone. Even the men's room is spotless. But there's still one thing on the list I need to check. Will I be satisfied or disappointed, Candy? And you may call me Master Cain. All of Pop's hired help does."

He waited for her response before pulling up the hem of her skirt all the way up to her waist. The mirror on the wall behind his boss' desk allowed both of them to see the face she made. "Ooh, these are nice, Candy. I see my friends at the lingerie shop steered you to the exact style I liked."

He gave her ass a squeeze, then pulled the skirt back down. Another flush came from the bathroom. The sound of papers hitting the tiled floor from behind the small door was followed by the toilet paper roll holder spinning and bumping against its metal container.

"Sit down, Candy."

Cain stood in front of the redhead as she sat, nudging her feet apart with his sneakers toward the legs of the chair. He leaned forward and put his hands on her wrists, letting them fall out to the sides as he held the armrests. Legs spread, arms out, the bulge in his jeans a few inches from her face, his fierce gaze down on her from above - all of these were to make Candy feel vulnerable and tiny.

Another flush. It was the final one. The sounds of a sink being turned on came from the private bathroom.

"Open up that top, Candy, and let me finish my inspection of your uniform. If I open it, you'll have a whole bunch of buttons to clean up. Better hurry, or else I might have to tell Pop how you and George have been getting a little too friendly in the stockroom. Then we would have to let both of you go."

He waited for her to open up a button, watching her, licking his lips, not telling her to stop until he could see her belly button.

The bathroom door opened. "Thank you for letting me use the boss' bathroom, sir, that was very nice of you. I-" It wasn't Mr. Malefactus. It was George, frozen in his tracks, eyes wide at the spectacle before him. A gamut of emotions flashed across his face.

"Not a problem, George. I actually forgot you were in there. George, this is the new cleaning lady, Candy. Candy, this is George, he keeps things running around here."

The top of Candy's one-piece uniform was still open, her black bra exposed, her nipples stiffening through the sheer fabric.

"You can go now, George. Better make it quick. The old man should be here any minute."

Somehow, Candy knew that Cain was aware that she and George had already met. She knew that he planned to embarass her. And she knew that he observed how excited it made her, and how confused she was about her feelings.

After George rushed out, Cain sat back in his chair, allowing Candy to straighten out her uniform. Just as she fixed the last button, Mr. Malefactus walked in.

"Ah, Miss Brown, I see you're back. Have you come to a decision?"

Mr. Malefactus pulled out a contract for her to sign. He allowed her to read it carefully - the terms for a probationary period as an "administrative intern" to the company, a non-disclosure clause, a stipend of $100 cash per day, as well as a bonus of $500 per day for 10 days that would only be paid in one lump sum of $5,000 at the end of the 10-day period if the intern was not released or quit... Overall, a generous, lucrative offer, but one hiding all sorts of difficulties that she has had only a taste of.

It was time to leave the toy store. Cain escorted her to the parking garage. An expensive- and fast-looking convertible sports car was parked in a spot labeled "Reserved for Cain Malefactus." He pushed her up against the passenger door. "You won't be needing this uniform anymore, Candy." He put his hands in her collar and tore the dress open, sending buttons flying everywhere, exposing a strip of her flesh from her neck to her thighs. He turned her around and pulled it off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving the torn rag on the asphalt at their feet. The car door opened, and he pushed her inside, then slammed the door behind her.

When she looked in the back seat, there were a bunch of shopping bags bearing the logo of the store she bought her bra and panties from.

The smile came back as the door opened- only to drop as Cain once again met her at the door. Damn it! Did he ever leave?! "Um... H-Hi, Cain."

She stepped in as he held the door for her, closing her eyes momentarily as she squeezed through the tiny path he gave her. A slight chill ran through her as he followed after her, bringing her to the desk and telling her to lean against it. She wanted to say no, but...

Her fingers found the edge, Candy herself leaning forward slightly, those fingers clutching the edge a bit tighter as she felt him standing a little too close behind her. He finally moved, Candy breathing a light sigh of relief as he came to stand beside her, but his breath against her ear didn't help with the shivers that refused to leave her alone. He praised her, but at the same time, it left a sting with the way he said it. She mumbled out a thank you, looking down to the desk as he continued; how he had talked to his dad. Their conversation? The... the one from the bathroom? Oh god-

Speaking of bathroom, the sound of the private one flushing caused her to look up in horror, but he simply waved it off as a part of his dad's daily routine before returning to praising her on following the list his father had made up. Her face reddened when he asked on his own addition to that list, her knuckles almost pure white as she grabbed onto the table. "I did everything on the list, mis- Master Cain," She managed to get out, gasping as he decided to check for himself by lifting up her skirt. Her lips quickly turned inward, Candy horrified at the fact he was doing this and even more at the fact she had that feeling again.... that terrible, confusing feeling that had come over her in the restroom.

Another flush. Wait, did he say his friends-? He had planned all this?! She stared at him in the mirror, horrified as he took a moment to grab her bottom and tug her dress back down. Taking the seat he requested, she started to simply rest her hands in her lap- but he was standing far too close again, rearranging her stance as he wanted it and giving her a rather close-up view of how much he was enjoying all this. She swallowed hard, trying to turn her head away, only to look back at him as he demanded her shirt opened or both she and George would be fired. She shook her head quickly, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her shirt as she tried to open them quickly. The sound of the sink running made it even worse, her nerves making her miss the holes a few times before finally revealing the black lace bra beneath.

The bathroom door opened, Candy afraid that she was going to faint once her boss saw her. She expected to hear him yell any moment... but to hear George's voice was even more horrific.

She couldn't move. She couldn't say anything. She just sat there, her heart in her throat as she stared at the desk, trying to pretend she didn't exist as George left the room. She felt Cain's eyes on her, watching every slight movement, catching every indication to her body's arousal at the situation. Finally, he gave her the go-ahead to fix her clothing, Candy still in a dumbfounded lost haze as she did so.

When his dad returned, she tried to force the pleasant smile again, but found it hard with Cain sitting beside her. "I... I think so, sir," She replied to his inquiry, taking the paper he slid over to her and reading it over. Oh, man. He must've gotten right on the phone with a lawyer to write this thing up. It had so many legal terms and conditions that she just didn't understand in the least... But what she did understand seemed to make sense. Finally signing it, it seemed like it was only seconds before Cain claimed her up and ushered her quickly from the store like a kid eager to rip the box off a new toy.

Maybe that was a bit too close a comparison... As soon as they reached his car, she found herself pressed against the passenger side and Cain eagerly ripping her dress open. "Wait a minute-!," She started to yelp, cringing as he spun her around and pulled the remains off her shoulders before pushing her into the car.

"What about my stuff?!," She called out, turning around in the sat as he circled the car and finding the bags. She stared at them for a moment, still facing the back as he took the driver's seat. "I see you were busy shopping...," She noted softly, slowly turning back around to settle into the seat and trying to cover herself. At least the windows had some tint to them... Hopefully no one was going to see her like this.

"That wasn't your dad...," She finally noted, shaking her head. "George is going to think- And with how I snapped at him earlier- Oh god..."

Cain got into the driver's seat and started the car. He put his hand on Candy's thigh, feiging reassurance as he felt the warm, smooth flesh. "There, there, Candy, don't worry about George. George doesn't pay you. Remember whose opinion matters now."

He reached over her body and grabbed the seatbelt. "I have to buckle you up, Candy. It's the law." He adjusted the strap over her chest and lap, letting his fingers brush up against her flesh as he did so. He could be touching her so much more, but he liked keeping the physical contact subtle and within the context of other movements.

He backed the car up, then burned some rubber as he flew out of the parking lot, the acceleration pressing Candy's back into the leather seats, the sudden braking causing the straps to press into her chest, tummy and hips. They were speeding down the highway, gradually going faster and faster, way above the speed limit.

"I love speeding, Candy. You don't mind if I drive fast, do you? Of course you don't. You want me to do what I want, don't you?"

He pulled up to a minivan and matched its velocity that was equal to the speed limit. Inside, the husband was driving as the wife was busy texting on her phone. He looked bored as the wife droned on. Kids were sleeping in the back.

Cain, said, "He looks like he could use some excitement."

He hit a button on his door, lowering the tinted window on Candy's side.

"Act casual, Candy. Just keep looking forward, but don't you try to hide. Otherwise, this internship will end much sooner than expected. Just think about all that money, Candy, think about getting out of your debt."

Cain maintained his speed, letting the minivan driver get a nice eyeful of Candy.

"Don't act like you don't enjoy it, Candy. We both know you do. That's why your nipples are hard and your pussy is wet. You like having your hot little body shown off, to me, to your new friend George, and even to total strangers that are married with children. He's going to be thinking about you while he's fucking his wife, Candy. He's going to look down at her and picture your pretty face and red hair. If he knew your name, he would be calling it out. Wink at the nice man, Candy. Then blow him a kiss and lick your lips. If you do that, I'll go faster and leave him behind. And I won't let any more car drivers see you, Candy."

After she complied, he rolled up the window, then sped ahead.

"Hmm, you smell that, Candy? All of a sudden my car smells like pussy. Try not to ruin my leather seats with your body fluids."

Cain hit another button, causing Candy's seat to recline all the way back. "How's that, Candy? Do you feel more comfortable?"

Cain pulled up next to an 18 wheeler, maintaining his speed with front of it, lining up the passenger door with the truck's door.

"Look, I bet that truck driver has been driving for a long time. He's probably bored, maybe even tired. Let's wake him up. We don't want him getting into an accident."

Cain hit a button, pulling back the convertible roof of his sports car.

"Just stay still, Candy. Just keep laying on your back, with your arms out to the side. Let the lonely bored truck driver see you now. Don't you turn away from him, Candy. Let him see how your pretty face fits perfectly with your sexy body. Tell me how you feel, Candy. Tell me everything going through that naughty mind of yours. I want to know. We're going to stay right next to this truck until I hear what I want to hear."

He had a slight point, but it wasn't enough to make her feel any better. The look on George's face... She was going to be seeing that in her memory for a long time. She felt so ashamed, so upset with herself for him seeing that-

Cain's arm across her chest caused her to look up, stiffening in the seat as he explained that she wasn't buckled. She wanted to snap at him, to tell him she could do it herself, but with the whole situation she'd managed to get herself involved in, she simply tightened her lips and looked away. "Safety first, huh?," She asked flatly, her question directed more to the window than the man next to her.

Of course, with the way he drove, she was now thankful he made her use the belt. Candy tightened her fingers on the underside of the seat as the car flew out of the parking and screeched to a halt, gasping from both the unexpected speed and the grip of the seatbelt against her bare skin as it caught her. He was already having way too much fun with this. "Do what you want, C- Master Cain," She replied softly, shrugging. "You seem to have the money to pay for any tickets it may get you..."

She frowned, looking down at her hands. She had to keep in mind everything that was coming with this. A few uncomfortable moments with this guy, a few strange requests or two to keep him happy and out of daddy's hair, and she could finally get this debts paid off. Maybe even move. That would make all of this seem like simply a bad memory, wouldn't it? Just... move. Leave it all behind. That would be so much better...

She hadn't even noticed the van until he said something, glancing up to see the driver and his bored stare at the road before them. The tone in Cain's voice didn't set well with her at all, becoming a thousand times worse as her window began to lower. What was he doing?! She looked quickly back to the road herself as he mentioned it, her heart racing. She didn't like this at all, trying to both ignore him but do as he said. He taunted her with the money once again, reminding her of what she was doing this for. Her eyes closed, her mind attempting to find something else to think about instead of the man that was now stealing glances over at the barely clothed girl next to him.

God, he wouldn't shut up...
His words left her burning, trying to deny every accusation that he made about her own interest in this. No. No, she didn't like this at all... The both of them staring at her, gawking, imagining-

She gasped with his suggestion of the man thinking of her the next time he slept with his wife, looking at him quickly. As much as such an idea left her disgusted, something about the way he was going on about it, the way he described it... Now she hated herself. These thin lace panties were a terrible thing. His next command to her was something she was slow to react to, hesitantly glancing up to the man who was trying to hide his stolen glances. *Just flirt with the guy and Cain will move on. We'll get out of his line of sight and you'll just be another weird thing he passed on the road.* She did as he said, giving the guy a quick wink and smirk, her fingers pressing against her lips before she waggled the tips of them up to him and licked her painted lips.

The guy couldn't hide his stare now, the van nearly swerving at Cain's car as he tried to regain his composure. Thankfully Cain was true to his word, quickly putting up her window and gunning it past. She let out a sigh, settling back in the seat and glad that was over. She didn't want to-

She blushed furiously as he nonchalantly brought up her unintended arousal, mocking her with the suggested scent of it wafting and her staining his seats with it. Candy was ready to protest, giving a soft yelp instead as her seat began to drop back. What was he up to now? She watched him from the awkward position, unsure of exactly what his intentions were. Was he trying to hide her from the other cars now? That didn't seem very likely. He was quite proud of what he had done a few moments ago.

"Oh, shit...," She whispered softly as he acknowledged the big rig next to them. The driver had a perfect view directly down into the car from his seat, Cain's sportscar riding low enough that the sunroof was right at the guy's window- and that sunroof was already opening. "Y-You said no more drivers would see me...," She reminded him meekly, biting her lip as he told her to stay still and stay down. She just stared at the ceiling, almost shaking as he continued to taunt her.

He wanted to know what was on her mind?! Ohhh, so many different things- half of them he probably didn't want to hear. But if he wasn't going to move until she said something...

"I-I feel dirty. I know he's looking at me, and that he's probably thinking such terrible things... Th-that he wants to touch me, that he's imagining everything underneath my bra and undies... It feels so wrong for him to be looking at me like this..." She glanced up, hoping to find the truck was no longer beside them, but Cain kept the car right next to the man's window. That wasn't enough?! He wanted worse, didn't he?

"As terrible as it makes me feel to have him looking at me, I-I feel even worse to... to be enjoying it. A part of me likes it, and I don't know why... I know it's wrong, I know it is, and I can't- I can't make myself stop thinking about that man touching me, even though I don't want him to..." She was nearly in tears now, the confessions of her thoughts making her even more confused on what she was feeling. She had no idea she could think such things, have such vivid images come to mind. "Please pull away from him, please...," She begged suddenly, shaking her head.

"Y-You said no more drivers would see me..."

"Ah, I said that I wouldn't let any more CAR drivers see you, Candy. I didn't say anything about TRUCK drivers. I understand it's hard to pay attention when you're all turned on the way you are from letting strangers see you."

"I-I feel dirty. I know he's looking at me, and that he's probably thinking such terrible things... Th-that he wants to touch me, that he's imagining everything underneath my bra and undies... It feels so wrong for him to be looking at me like this..."

Cain liked what he was hearing, his smile growing wide, but he wanted more, so he kept pace with the truck, gesturing with his hand for her to continue.

"As terrible as it makes me feel to have him looking at me, I-I feel even worse to... to be enjoying it. A part of me likes it, and I don't know why... I know it's wrong, I know it is, and I can't- I can't make myself stop thinking about that man touching me, even though I don't want him to..." She was nearly in tears now, the confessions of her thoughts making her even more confused on what she was feeling. She had no idea she could think such things, have such vivid images come to mind. "Please pull away from him, please..."

Satisfied, Cain sped up, pulling away from the truck as it honked its airhorn in gratitude. Cain put his hand on Candy's knee, caressing it. It was hard to describe the touch - not menacing, but soothing.

"You are doing so well, Candy. I appreciate your candor and honesty. I will be expecting more of that from you in the next 10 days. I can't stop you from feeling bad emotionally for things that make you feel good physically. I can't undo what society has trained you to think, or maybe I can. I do, however, plan to have you do things that you think you don't want to do, but deep down you will enjoy. And you don't have to worry about feeling guilty or responsible. I will take responsibility for your actions. You are doing what I want you to do, so I can help you the way no one else will, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun while it's happening."

He kept caressing her thigh, his strokes getting longer, going down to her knees, up her inner thigh, then moving to the top of her thigh right when he felt the edge of her panties.

"Oh, look, another truck, Candy. You know, all these truckers talk to each other on radios. I happen to have a radio in here. I wonder what they're saying."

Cain took his hand off Candy's thigh and pushed a button on his console. His hand rested back on her thigh again.

"- was checking my eyelids for pinholes when a yellow four-wheeler in the bumper lane pulled on up and matched me going a double nickel-"

Cain translated, "He was feeling sleepy when a yellow car in the left lane pulled up and started going 55 miles per hour along with him..."

"-I looked over and checked the seat covers and saw a concrete blonde with red hair down to her undies-"

Again, Cain told Candy what they were saying, "He looked at the passenger seat and saw a hooker with red hair down to her undies. That's interesting that he called you a hooker. In a way, I guess you are, aren't you, Candy? You're letting me do what I want with your body for money."

"-she looked bodacious. Now my beaver fever is at an all time high. Over."

"She looked awesome. Now I miss my girlfriend even more. He'll be thinking about you, Candy, while he's fucking his girlfriend."

Another driver spoke on the radio. "I think I see your four-wheeler hammering down by my parking lot. I hope I get to see her before a bear starts taking pictures and shooting them in the tailpipe."

Cain spoke, "I think I see the car speeding by my truck that is carrying other cars. I hope to see her before a cop uses a radar as it passes." Cain pointed at a truck with bunch of brand new cars in its trailer. "Look, Candy, that must be the truck of the second driver. We can't disappoint him, can we?"

Cain matched the truck's speed. An unmarked police car was at the side of the road, aiming a radar gun in their direction.

The CB radio talked again. "I see her! I see that beaver you were talking about! Bodacious indeed."

"Beaver means woman, Candy. I think you have to outdo yourself now. Let the hard-working trucker see those nice perky tits of yours. Take that pretty lacy bra off and throw it in the back. And make sure you do a good job cupping those lovely breasts and pinching those stiff nipples for that driver. We'll add him to the list of men who want to fuck you."

The unmarked car was right behind Cain's car, light blaring, commands of "pull over to the right" barking out of its speaker.

"You better hurry, Candy. It looks like I'm getting pulled over. I'll be able to talk my way out of trouble. But if you wait too long, that cop is going to call backup. Then a whole bunch of cops will see you, and probably arrest both of us for prostitution.

"You don't have to worry about me though, Candy. I'll get bailed out, but they will throw you in jail. You don't have anyone to bail you out, do you, Candy? Then, while you're stuck in jail, who knows what a bunch of dirty horny cops will do to a nice pretty naked girl like you. They'll probably handcuff you to the bars of your cell while they take turns with you. Hmm, actually, I am pretty sure that sounds like an idea that appeals to you. Still, they might take you away from me, and our little arrangement will have to end. At least you know that I won't injure you. I can't say the same for a bunch of dirty horny cops. Now take that bra off before you get in deeper trouble."

He loved watching her squirm, wrestling with her options, feeling the urgency of the moment, then giving in to his wishes.

"Oh my god!" said the radio, " She's taking off her bra! She's taking off-"

Cain clicked the radio off, slowed down, pulled behind the truck then to the right shoulder of the highway.

The cop car pulled up behind them. The unmarked black vehicle had tinted windows and red and blue lights flashing. After a few moments, a cop, a female, got out of the car. She put her hat on her head above the mirrored aviator sunglasses. She had one hand on her pistol as she walked up the passenger side.

Candy was down to her panties in a convertible sports car with the top down and window open. The cop took her hand off her pistol and leaned her elbows on the passenger side door.

"New toys, Mr. Malefactus?"

"Well, hello, Officer O'Neill. Do you mean the car or my friend here?"

The highway cop lowered her sunglasses, her blue eyes moving up and down Candy's body. She licked her lips as she stretched her spine, wiggling her hips from side to side a bit as she was bent over the car. "Both, Mr. Malefactus. The car is nice, but the girl... is nicer. What's her name?"

The two of them spoke about Candy as if she wasn't there. Cain stroked her thigh. "Her name is Candy. She is a lovely toy, isn't she? Candy, say hello to Officer O'Neill. I helped Officer O'Neill get some rare toys for her kids. How are the little ones, Officer?"

"They're just fine, Mr. Malefactus. They absolutely adored the toys. I owe you big time. They're with their father right now. I was hoping to run into you again, Mr. Malefactus."

"Well, here I am, Officer. Perhaps you need some playtime?"

The officer leaned back and stood up. Her back was arched, her full tits pushing her uniform top out, which tapered down to her trim waist and athletic thighs. She stood with her feet spread apart, her hips moving in circles. "I do, Mr. Malefactus, I do need some playtime, and very badly. But I'm on duty. My shift ends in a few hours. If you are willing to share your toy, be sure to give me a call."

"I just might do that, Officer, I just might do that."

"Goodbye, Mr. Malefactus. Nice meeting you, Candy."

The officer winked and smiled at Candy, then returned to her vehicle and pulled away.

"Well, that was a close one, Candy. If it was some other cop, who knows how that would have turned out. It looks you turn on women just like you turn on men." He caressed her thigh. "Tell me, Candy, have you ever been with a woman, or thought about it? What was it like?" Cain pulled back onto the highway.

Candy quickly looked away as he pulled off from the driver's view, giving a rather dirty look to the door handle as his hand patted her leg. She wanted to slap it, to yell at him and tell him to leave her alone.... but no, that would simply make things worse. She could only imagine what new game he'd come up with if she did that- or worse still, simply being left alongside the road as she was and told she was fired.

Instead, she just took a deep breath and closed her eyes. That guy couldn't see her anymore. Sure, he probably had a good visual going right now, but it wasn't as bad now that she didn't see HIM.

Cain himself wasn't helping things in the least, trying to both reassure her and continue to enforce his newfound control of her. She didn't have to worry about what happened because of her actions, as they weren't hers... but simply what he told her to do. She was just a barbie doll for him now, wasn't she? The mention of trying to break her fears of what was wrong and right worried her, but she never looked up from that door. She felt sick. Not only from what he had made her do, but the way she felt after doing so... and now the idea of him wanting to push it even further made it far worse.

Her leg tensed as his 'reassurances' crept a bit higher, Candy glancing up to see the new truck he referred to, then to look at him as he brought up having a CB in the car. She knew what that was, her father used to have one and would let her chat with some of the truckers that were in the area. She used to think it was fun... But she highly doubted she'd like his idea of fun with the thing.

Her frown grew as he turned it on, catching part of the conversation already going on. Cain's translation caused her to shift in the seat, looking at the dash and shaking her head, cringing as he explained one of the references: that the guy thought she was a hooker. "I'm not...," she started softly, trailing off with his casual mention of yet another guy that would have wandering thoughts with someone they loved. She hated that feeling. She didn't want to be someone's fuck fantasy...

"No, please, don't... Not another one-," She begged quickly as he spotted the other driver in the conversation, falling back hard in the seat as they came up beside it and glaring at him again. She couldn't look up at the guy. She just looked to the cieling once again, taking in a sharp breath with Cain's request for a better show. "My bra?!," She yelped, looking at him with wide eyes. "But-"

Her eyes caught the cop behind them in the rearview, fear racing through her now. How much had they seen? Cain reminded her of his own money and ease of getting out of arrest, and how much trouble she herself would be in for the situation. Just like the truckers, they'd see her as a hooker... and his description of what would happen to her was less than kind. She was shaking now, a light whimper in her throat as he mocked her on possibly enjoying the idea of them playing with her.

She nodded softly as he told her to take off the bra, slowly reaching behind her and undoing the clasps before pulling down the straps and tossing it in the back seat, her hands gingerly moving up to caress her breasts and tease her nipples. She didn't want to look at either guy now. The idea of them staring at her chest was-

Fuck, she forgot about the radio. The trucker was going nuts into it now. She shivered, her eyes closed tightly as she tried to block him out, horrified with herself to actually be enjoying this somehow. When the driver was cut off abruptly and the car began to slow, her eyes shot open. Oh, no. "What're you doing?!," She hissed, trying to hide in the seat.

She was going to pass out. She was sure of it. She was already having trouble breathing, and the sound of the cop's door opening and closing had her seeing spots. It was the feminine yet aggressive voice that made her finally look up, stealing a quick glance of the officer standing at her window. Oh, god. She was going to jail. She was going to jail, she was going to lose everything, she was going to end up-

The confusion must have been obvious on her face, hearing Cain and the officer chitchat like she didn't even exist. What the heck was this all about? Cain started treating her more like a puppy in his passenger seat, petting her as he referred to her and asking the cop what she thought of her. The woman's reaction was certainly not what Candy had expected... She seemed to actually be- flirting with her. The question on sharing caused her eyes to widen, looking quickly to Cain then back to the cop, still dumbfounded as the officer winker and went back to her car.

"Oh my god...," She breathed out, trying to calm down. That had scared her so much.. She really thought she was going to be arrested right then and there. Cain, however, had found a new way to tease her, his hand moving as his words began. She really didn't want to answer him, but knew better than to simply ignore him. "I've never been with a woman," She confessed in a quiet voice. "I- There was a time when I thought about it. Once. A- a few years ago. Just a passing curiosity on what it would be like- but I never did anything on it. It was after I watched a few videos online... The women looked like they were enjoying it so much, and I had a brief thought on what it must be like, but-" She hesitated once again, glancing at him. "But I could never do that..."